With One Tug, He Brought Ji Nuan Into His Embrace

Inside the room, the robe was left on the bed. Ji Nuan's phone and other items remained on the bedside table, untouched.

The hotel service staff explained, "Earlier on, after sending in the clothes bought for Mrs. Mo, I went to clean the other rooms and didn't pay attention to the movements here…"

Qin Siting crossed his arms as he leaned by the door, snorting. "Since she can sneak away, I think your woman should be fine. Based on her body condition, aside from her vulnerability to the cold, there are no other problems. She is as healthy as one can be."

Qin Siting raised his chin, directing his eyes outside the window. "Isn't it? She even has the strength to jump out of the window."

Mo Jingshen had already seen the opened windows and the curtains fluttering in the wind. He did not show anger, and his gaze was mild. It seemed like he was not affected at all.